When I was a kid, summer officially began in my mind when the pool opened on Memorial Day weekend at the Fulton Country Club. Didn’t matter what the weather, as far as my young mind was concerned, it was summer time.
Marriage to Burl included an inground pool as part of his dowry (he got health insurance and a cat from me – in return I got a dog, the pool and a 1963 MG-B). I was pretty underwhelmed when introduced to his pool – partly because it was December and the pool was covered but also because having a pool was never on my list of “must-haves” for a home. Of course with the pool, I got Pool Boy and Yard Boy and not having to take care of it certainly ups the enjoyment level for me. I equally enjoy floating in the pool with a Diet Coke and a good read as well as I do sitting in the porch swing on the deck and just looking out over the water.
This afternoon we removed the cover and have started the process of getting it ready for the summer. A few leaves managed to find their way into the pool over the winter despite the cover but overall it looks pretty good – nothing that some Shock, a good filter and more water can’t cure. Just glad we’re on our own well when it comes to filling the darned thing! A few more days of near-90 weather and I should be assured of being in the water on Memorial Day. Now where’s a paperback book and a Diet Coke? Or is it beer-thirty yet?
